*To Touch Another is to Feel Past Lovers*
Outside and inside of a feeling
A touch to remember years later, alone together
I can hear u breathing me, luring me into seduction
I’m ahead of the time in my mind while still pulling back
I am him, playing his game and his ways, movements of bodily memory being passed onto another lover
Reversed into a role
I am now him
I often laid there trying to imagine what our memories would be like through his eyes, through his skin
My powers strong I’ve taken off from imagining to becoming
Is this the way when you stay inside your loop too long,
Patterns repeat themselves into engravings, embodying him
Now I have
Is all that we feel a self fulfilling prophecy waiting for time to unravel?
In order to reveal our second nature, a truth in ourselves we do not wish to know
I like it inside you like it out
You like it inside I like it out,
I lick it out to taste away the pain
Devour what remains of the ruins in my room
Still fallen over from you, grounded into this bed and growing through our memories
This healing is cyclical, I will never be truly forward or not in the sense of a future that we are told of
You’re still here until I’m full, there’s no way around it here so look me in the eye and tell me what I can’t foresee, a truth that the whites of our eyes echo future songs
A truth that to touch another is to feel past lovers
